#fucktoy ciri verse

[piceuscelus]

For the memorable scene. Fucktoy Ciri 'verse when they had Ciri drink the potions to make her virgin tight again and then fucking her open without any prep. And then it was Coen's turn 👀

hehehe i have two prompts in my inbox right now for something else using that potion :D

[chiefatticcreator]

List of characters i'll roleplay

Lilith verse:

Taimanin Asagi: Igawa Asagi, Igawa Sakura, Mizuki Yukikaze, Mizuki Shiranui, Oboro, Ingrid, Felicia, Rinko Akyiyama, Aina Winchester, Annerose Vajra, Emily Simmons Yatsu Murasaki, Su Jinglei, Kurenai Shinganji, Asuka Koukawa, Kirara Onisaki, Noah Brown, Tokiko Fuuma, Shizuru Kousaka, Maika Kamimura, Rin Uehara, Sora Kannazuki, Nagi momochi, Saika Fuuma, Shisui Amamiya, Eleonor, Masked Taimanin, Spinel

Cara the Blood Lord: Cara Cromwell, Uehara kitae, Kamimura Azuma, Marika Krishna

Witch of steel Annerose: Annerose Vajra, Lee Mayfeng, Mitiko Fleuretty and Aishwarya Lai

Kangoku Senkan/prison battleship: Rieri Bishop, Naomi Evans, Alicia Viewstream, Maya Cordelia, Beatrice Kushan, Kila Kushan, Kilia Jech (Kangoku Senkan)

Overwatch:

Every single character (generally all as hyper-curvy women serving Jack Morrison's harem, but that will vary depending on asks, jack can be ignored for asks if you really want)

Lynn Morisson: Jack's sister, whom he fucked as soon as he could.

Laura and Mary: Jack and Lynn's twin daughters, born to be their father's fucktoys, and loving it.

Amanda: UN's liaison to Overwatch, initially sckeptical, but was subject to sexual torture from everyone present until she broke and is now a fellow fucktoy, helping jack.

Pria: Amanda's assisstant, former lesbian that was recruited for Jack to break.

Jessica: Sniper, extremely submissive and into pain. Serves as the base's fucktoy when not used by jack.

Jackie: female clone of jack made by talon to kill him, only to be tamed by his cock

teacher AU: Uses the same characters as Overwatch, but soem differences: Amanda is a fellow teacher, Mercy is a biology teacher and headmistress, Jack is the only male teacher (and only male in the school), which basically revolves around him and worshiping him, modifying girls' bodies to be bimboes.

vampire/count AU: Loosely inspired by Junkenstein's revenge, an AU where Jack is a vampire lord ruling over a small land. gothic-themed

hormonal!jack AU: Similar to the teacher AU, but Jack is a horny teen that fucks his classmates, his teachers, his friends and family...

Mass Effect: Every character in the first three games

Warcraft/World Of Warcraft: Every character that I remember

Final Fantasy VII: Tifa, Aerith, Jessie, Scarlet

Dragon Age: Every character of the first two games (haven't played Inquisition)

One Piece: Every single character

Naruto/Boruto: Tsunade, Sakura, Shizune, temari, Ino, Mei Terumi, Naruto/Naruko, Sasuke, Sasuki, Sarada... everyone you want me to write about.

Dragon ball: Android 21, Bulma

Bleach: Matsumoto rangiku, orihime, Yoruichi, isane, Rukia, Unohana, Harribel... any hottie you want. toshiro as the main "harem master"

Pokemon: Cynthia, Lusamine, dawn, Gardevoir, May, Lillie... any girl that can be fucked will be.

Miraculous Ladybug: Every character (with the girls as Adrien's harem)

Warhammer Fantasy: Every character appearing in the Total War: Warhammer games

Skyrim: mostly everyone, i guess.

The Witcher: Geralt, Ciri, Triss, yennefer, Chloe Metz... all sorceresses, all female characters

RWBY: Any girl that i remember/know of, with Jaune and/or Oscar as the lucky guy.

Random characters from various things: Bowsette, Wii Fit Trainer, Samus Aran, Rosalina, Peach, Daisy, Bayonetta, Zelda, Link (Nintendo), Aphrodite/Venus, Jessica Rabbit, Harley Quinn, Pacifica Northwest (Gravity Falls), Lara Croft (Tomb Raider), A2 and 2B (Nier: Automata), Eve (Stellar Blade)

[piceuscelus]

fucktoy verse tangential thought, most just want this in general though:

the wolves have to remind ciri to thank them when they hurt her. after all, good sluts thank their masters for whatever they’re given, even and especially pain.

geralt, fucking her throat like a cocksleeve, but pulling back when she waves an arm - “i-it hurts, sir, i - “ “and what do you say when it hurts?” “...th-thank you, sir.” “exactly.”

lambert, fucking her ass with just enough prep so she doesn’t tear or hurt him - “sir, sir, ow, ow, sir, please - “ “that’s not what you’re supposed to say when it hurts.” “i - th-thank - thank you, sir, sorry, thank you!” “good girl.”

eskel, grinding his cock into her cervix until she cries, asking her, “what are you supposed to say to me, sweetheart? i know it hurts.” “th.....thank you, ow, sir, thank you!” “there you go.”

also related: reminding ciri that her place is as a fucktoy and a cumdump, and making her repeat the rule - whenever, wherever, however. if one of them wants to bend her over in a tavern and fuck her ass, she’s supposed to say “yes, sir” and then thank them for how much it hurt, like a good girl

if one of them wants to whore her out for some extra coin, she’s supposed to do as she’s told, let the stranger(s) fuck her, and bring the money back, and keep servicing her witchers if they ask, even if she’s sore and chafed and bruised

[piceuscelus]

oops have some more fucktoy ciri verse, this time with branding! sooo the usual noncon, body mod via hot iron branding, mind control, sex slavery, underage, daddy kink, any of the usual warnings on the verse i’ve forgotten,

also on ao3!

It’s Lambert who suggests it, one day while Vesemir is fiddling with the old brands still sitting in the armory, from the days when Kaer Morhen had herds of cattle and other livestock. 

“We should mark her,” he says. “Permanently.”

“With what?” Eskel asks, before he looks over to Vesemir. “Those?”

Lambert nods, then shrugs. “Or others, we have what we need to make more, don’t we?”

Eskel hums. “What do you think, Geralt?”

He hums right back, thinking for a moment. Ciri is in the dining room currently, entertaining Coën; he can just hear the sounds of skin slapping skin and Ciri whimpering desperately, half-pained. He thinks about all that smooth, blemish-free skin they all love to bruise and mark, and the idea of something permanent….

“Yes,” he nods. “Yeah, we should.”

– – – – – 

They decide to use one of the old Kaer Morhen brands, specifically the one they used on the bitches marked for breeding, but also make some new ones, too. The process of making the new brands takes about two weeks, and meanwhile they get all of the use out of Ciri they possibly can.

Sure, her pain isn’t of much concern, but they don’t want to deal with any of the brands getting infected.

The night before they plan to brand her, they put her up on the bench after dinner. She’s eager for it, even without any of the usual potions, squirming against the bonds as she’s tied and begging prettily to be used.

“We’ll use you, little slut, be patient,” Lambert snaps when she asks for him specifically, and Coën follows the words up with a harsh slap to Ciri’s backside, leaving a livid red handprint. Tears spring to her eyes but she doesn’t beg any further, just makes a weak, wanting little noise, still squirming against her ties. 

“Be good, Ciri,” Geralt orders, and she makes another meek little noise.

“I will, Daddy, I’ll be good, sorry,” she says softly, and he reaches over to pet over her hair in approval.

Lambert finishes up with getting her strapped to the bench, and his hand joins Geralt’s in her hair, but he grips harshly and pulls, making the tears spill over. “Needy little brat,” he hisses. “Beg me to fuck your throat.”

“Please fuck my throat, sir,” Ciri gasps immediately, still with tears streaking down her face as Lambert doesn’t relent on the grip in her hair. Geralt – and the others – settle back into their seats to watch. “Please, want your cock so badly, please give it to me – I’ll be good, please fuck my throat, sir, please?”

Lambert huffs. “Not half bad,” he says, about as close to praising Ciri as he ever gets, and finally lets go of her hair. She doesn’t drop her head, though, just opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out, practically a welcome mat, and that makes Lambert laugh. 

“Nasty little whore, you really are desperate for it, already drooling.” He pulls his cock out of his breeches and rubs the head of it over her tongue, laughing again when she makes a needy noise and tries to surge forward to suck at him. It’s futile, with the straps keeping her immobile on the bench, but it’s fun to watch her struggle, and Lambert lets her try for several minutes, just teasing her with rubbing his cockhead over her tongue, her lips.

Eventually, though, he gets bored with that and steps forward, rolling his hips so his cock pops right into Ciri’s throat. She chokes and gags violently, the bench rattling with how hard she convulses; Lambert just groans.

“Gods, yeah, just like that, keep your throat nice and tight,” he mutters, rocking his hips.

It doesn’t take long for Ciri to turn red, and then near purple, and only when her head starts to wobble does Lambert pull back enough to let her breathe properly.

“Thank you, sir,” she chokes out around heaving gasps, “please, please want your cock again, thank you, please fuck my throat – ”

Lambert just grunts and fucks back into her mouth. At this point, Geralt has pulled his cock out of his breeches to stroke, and so has Eskel. After a bit longer of listening to her gag and convulse, though, apparently Coën is tired of waiting; he steps up, breeches already gone, and sets to fucking his cock into her ass. He never preps her, not after that first time, just uses a ton of lube – according to him, it’s the only way she’s tight enough to enjoy. Ciri sobs when he says it, but begs for him to fuck her sore every time.

Ciri screams, at least the best she can around Lambert’s cock in her throat; Coën and Lambert just laugh and keep moving. Geralt has to swallow back a flood of drool at the thought of how sore and used she’ll be tomorrow, how loud she’ll scream and cry when they brand her – how pretty she’ll sound when he makes her come with each brand.

They spend the rest of the night fucking her, until all of her holes are gaping and she’s cross-eyed, nearly unconscious from the amount of times she’s been fucked straight through several orgasms in a row. She’s still drooling and mumbling thanks and pleas when they plug her up to keep their cum inside and put her to bed.

– – – – –

The next morning, Vesemir is the one to get her out of bed and take her down to the dungeons. She goes obediently and without question, as usual, and Geralt tries to ignore the way his cock throbs at the wide-eyed, trusting look she gives all of them when they crowd into the room with her.

“Arms up,” he orders, and she puts her arms up immediately, looking up at him when he comes near. He can’t resist kissing her, petting a hand down her front to feel the way her belly is still bulging from their cum and the plugs. She hisses, tears welling up at the shifting, but just bites her lip and looks at him, arms still held in the air.

“Good girl,” he praises, and she beams. He steps aside to grab the chains that Vesemir already set up, and pulls her wrists up a little further to lock them into the manacles. It leaves her balanced on her tiptoes, wobbling a little, and he swats at her ass just to see her flail and hear her squeak.

Eskel gets her feet chained, leaving her entirely suspended with her legs spread. She looks a little afraid, at that point, but when Geralt pets over her hair and whispers, “Be a good girl,” in her ear, she nods.

“I will, Daddy,” she says, and then, when Lambert snorts, “I will, sir, I’ll be good.”

“Mhm,” Lambert nods, intentionally doubting. Geralt chuckles when Ciri huffs, but when she opens her mouth to protest he stops her with a mean pinch and twist to her nipples.

She cries out and thrashes for a split second before settling when he lets go. “Sorry,” she says. “I’ll be good, I’m sorry.”

Eskel steps up to her front, so she’s essentially pinned between he and Geralt, and puts a hand over her cunt, making her gasp. 

“You’ll get a reward if you are,” he promises, and from the way Ciri shudders and her head lolls, he presses at the pugs keeping her stuffed.

“Yes, sir, thank you sir, please, I’ll be good.”

The two of them step away, Geralt with one last nipping kiss to Ciri’s throat and Eskel with a mean flick to her already-swollen clit, and Vesemir lights the fire in the makeshift oven he built in the corner. He goes first, once the original breeding bitch iron is hot, stepping in front of Ciri and, ignoring her frightened squeaking, carefully pressing the metal just above her cunt, right over her womb.

She screeches, shrill and piercing, and Eskel is quick with Axii. 

“Come.”

She screams again, pleasure this time as she gushes all over the floor. “Th-thank you,” she stammers when she’s done and Vesemir has pulled the brand away, leaving an angry red burn that clearly marks her as one of Kaer Morhen’s breeding bitches.

Geralt spares a momentary thought to getting some hunting dogs again, just so they can let the mutts knot Ciri, but pushes it aside for later. 

Coën and Lambert go next, both at the same time, marking her inner thighs on each side. Her entire body jerks and convulses with the pain, but Eskel’s Axii is strong, and when he orders her to come again, she does with a reedy whine, panting like some kind of overtaxed animal. 

Since Eskel is maintaining the Axii, Geralt goes after Coën and Lambert. His brand is the biggest of them, though none of them are particularly large.

“Look at me, Ciri,” he orders, and she does, eyes hazy but on him, mouth open and spilling drool and a little blood where she must have bitten her cheek or tongue. “You’re mine, aren’t you? And ours.”

“Yes, yes,” she slurs, nodding. “Yours, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” 

He presses his brand right below her throat, on her collar and just slightly between her perky tits. Her voice gives out on the scream she gives at the pain of it, but she’s whispering a hoarse, “Thank you,” before Eskel even makes her come.

When the Axii drops, she sobs, thrashing in the chains, but Geralt puts her under again quickly, making soothing noises.

“You feel so good, don’t you, Ciri?” he asks. “Everything feels so good.”

He watches as his will overtakes her own, her face falling slack, and his cock throbs. He’ll have to take care of himself until all their brands are healed, but that’s fine. She sleeps in his room; he’ll be able to look at her, and see the brands when he changes her bandages, and hear her sweet, hurt little noises. It’ll be plenty of fodder for him to jerk off to – and besides, he can feed her his cum off of his fingers without risking her healing.

Eskel is last, and he circles around to her back, placing his brand just above her ass. Thanks to Geralt’s control, she comes without even being ordered, feeling even intense pain as pleasure now, and he’s not the only one who groans desperately about it.

“Good girl,” he praises, carefully holding her up as Lambert and Vesemir unshackle her. “Such a perfect little toy, Ciri, and all ours.”

“Y-yours,” she slurs, voice shattered, and passes out.

also in the work on ao3!

[piceuscelus]

your ciri/wolves stuff was so good! them training her to be their whore is almost too hot to think about!

oh isn’t it tho? like 

when the training starts it’s real simple stuff, y’know? following orders, sitting on her knees, on their laps, letting them touch her however they want, making her really want them because they make her feel so good

and then...well

probably they train her cunt first, it’s the easiest; she’s so small, though, it takes a lot of slick and time to get her relaxed enough to take them. geralt does most of the work at first, lambert giving him the Very Nice Lube he’s made, and spends a lot of time with his fingers inside her, or toys, just keeping her full to get her body used to taking things. obviously it’ll move up and up until she’s warming his cock, then probably the others, then eventually they’ll start properly fucking her, and combined with some clever alchemy and axii, they get her to the point that all it takes is a few sweet words or a simple gesture and she’s soaked to the knees for them and ready to go

after that it’s probably her throat, starting small again with fingers combined with alchemy and axii. then slowly, slowly working her up from holding their cockheads in her mouth to letting them fill her whole throat, balls-deep

and of course her ass, which is hardest just from a slick standpoint, but more axii and alchemy and always having Very Nice Lube on hand helps; and most of the work with that is just making her enjoy the stretch and burn, the sensation of being so full, the dull ache in her gut when they fuck her just slightly too deep or pump her full of cum so deep it would take days to leak out.

once she’s used to having all of her holes used, and she’s all pliant and obedient and needy for them, well, that’s when they get a little more creative, making her toys and getting her to do increasingly filthy things for them

[piceuscelus]

i had a Thought and it’s going to live rent free now with all the rest of the filth taking up my brain space

ciri / wolves and non-con (incl mind control / brain break and body mod) below the cut

so what if the wolves decided to just........keep ciri as a fuck toy

can start whenever, underage or not, but they use axii and maybe alchemy (lambert’s good at that, after all) to make her pliant, maybe make it so she’s always horny, always desperate for it - use magic and alchemy and mind control to perfect her, so she’s always ready to use and always wants it (axii triggers anyone?)

they train her up well, make sure she’s the best toy for them, make her want what they want, keep her well-fucked and delirious with it. she can take anything they throw at her, after a bit - three cocks in one hole, a cock down her throat until she passes out....

lambert likes to make her cry for it, make her beg and sob and crawl around, present herself like a bitch in heat and repeat the filthy, degrading things he says about her 

vesemir likes to be serviced, makes her spend a lot of time just keeping his cock warm, likes to remind her that she’s a toy, that she’s there for their pleasure and nothing else

eskel likes to stuff her full, bigger and bigger toys alongside his cock, using toys to make her airtight, stretching her until she gapes, always talking about breeding her so full she can’t walk, making her beg him to keep her full all the time

geralt is the “softest” of the bunch, likes to play with her, make her come over and over and over again until she’s sobbing and oversensitive and begging him, and then he fucks each of her holes, reminding her that she might be a fuck toy for all of them but she’s still his, first

all of them though love the “sharing” days the most, where they’ll tie her up to a breeding bench and just keep filling her, all day long, until she’s entirely out of it or unconscious entirely, belly bulging with their cum, and when they bring her back/wake her up she just begs for more, drooling cum and eyes crossed

these thoughts brought to you by someone (you know who you are) suggesting body mod alongside one of the prompts i have in my inbox rn (and if the anon who sent that one sees this - please know that 1. i am working on that right the fuck now and 2. i would die for you)

[piceuscelus]

Uhh body mod anon here-- HOLY FUCKHGINGK-- the begging? Lambert making her present herself and repeat what a disgusting little needy bitch she is? Vesemir cockwarming? Eskel breeding her full, leaving her begging for it always? Geralt overstimulation???? sHARING DAYS?????? celus it is *I* who would die for *you*

LOOK

my brain is a filthy, filthy place and i just,,, i am so suggestable - my friend was like “oooh body mod!” when i talked about your prompt and the smut gremlin that lives in my brain picked it up and went “shiny!” and RAN

proof of this: i had an idea for how this started and like,,,, hhhhhh

more of my ciri / wolves non-con garbage below :D

so once again, underage or not you can pick (i know what i’d pick buuutttt............. yeah anyway) 

at one point ciri goes to take a bath (fanon hotsprings ftw) but forgets her clothes. she obviously can’t put her dirty clothes back on (maybe they’re Actually Very Dirty, maybe she’s just being prissy) and so she has to streak through the castle, whoops, and gets caught

now this can go a lot of different ways.

does lambert catch her, laughing and sneering, talking about how she must be asking for it, walking around all bare like that? ask if if she really is that needy, wanting all of them to see her like this

does vesemir? he’d give her a blanket or something, but obviously if she’s going to be wandering about naked she’s going to have to accept the consequences of the reactions she causes, and that means helping him out since he helped her

eskel? he’d be all concerned, but not because she’s naked or nervous, he’d say it’s such a shame that she’s so skinny, too bad none of them can actually fix it and knock her up proper...but they can certainly try. make comments about how nice her body is even if it is too skinny, how flexible she probably is after all their training....

geralt would be worried, of course, he doesn’t want his girl to get sick wandering around a cold castle naked, but he has to tell her how gorgeous she is, and he can’t resist touching - after all, she is his, and she’s so pretty all bare and still a little damp and shivering

maybe it’s all of them, so she’s quite literally surrounded by wolves, covered in goosbumps and nipples hard because it’s cold in the castle and she’s still wet, but there’s no way they’ll let her go now. after all, they can certainly keep her warm themselves.